Mandy's Revenge

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MANDY’S REVENGE

Mel grunted in pain and disgust as her face was forced down onto Mandy’s stinking feet. The hand that held a fistful of Mel’s hair heavily forced her face against Mandy’s foot, making it hard for her to take breath as her little nose, purely by chance, was buried as far into the smelly crevice between Mandy’s big and second toe as possible. Tears started to well as the pressure and pain on her nose continued. She could hear Mandy trash talking clearly.

“How’s it feel, Mel? Can you smell that? These are the disgusting, grimy feet of the girl who has fucked the man you love so often. More than a dozen times. Did your hear that Mel? A dozen fucking times! But this is where you belong, isn’t it. At my feet. Forced to be at my feet. Because you’re just a stupid little girl who couldn’t have the man she wanted but you still had to wreck it for me, didn’t you? God, the sex was great. I’m going to miss it so much. You know it’s all your fault Mel, so you’re going to have to pay. Someone’s going to have to make me cum. You fucking jealous bitch . . .”

The torment continued. Mel could only struggle against the hand that had a firm grip of her hair and continued to press her face harshly into Mandy’s foot.

Mel was in her early twenties, a plain looking, shy girl from the country. Leigh had caught her eye long ago. They went to the same ballroom dancing studio in Melbourne, Australia and knew each other quite well on a social basis. As I said, Mel looked quite plain. Straight shoulder length brown hair, short stocky build, certainly everything in proportion to where it should be but she just wasn’t the type of girl that Leigh would normally go for. Nope, he set his standards high normally and usually managed to have a very nice looking girlfriend, Mandy being his latest conquest.

Mandy had only just turned 18, some four years younger than Leigh, had left school when she was young and since devoted her time to modelling, among other things. She was a tall brunette, hair hung down below her shoulders and she had the most entrancing blue eyes. To be quite honest, I didn’t think she could make it as a model, everything wasn’t as perfect as it should have been but she did have a very smart portfolio of shots. Certainly if I had attracted her in the same way Leigh obviously did I wouldn’t have thought twice about taking her out. Not compared to plain old Mel.

Before Mandy arrived on the scene, Leigh and Mel’s friendship blossomed. As the weeks dragged on Mel became quite besotted by him. I don’t know if it was just a schoolgirl type crush or if she generally did love him, whatever it was it was apparent that Leigh didn’t have the same feelings. Somehow Mel had to let him know how she felt. So she penned a letter, four or five pages and poured her heart out. In it she wondered whether he would be interested in perhaps taking their friendship a step further. Sure Leigh was nice about it, even a touch compassionate but he just did not find Mel attractive in that way. They remained friends although it must be said that it was always Mel who organised the lunch meetings, dropped in for drinks and generally continued to dote over him.

As the months rolled by and their friendship continued, Mel’s constant companionship started to have its effect. Physically Leigh did not find her attractive. Not at all. But here was someone who genuinely cared for him. Perhaps loved him. She had started to kiss him hello and goodbye each time they met. Nothing sexual, just a greeting kiss on the cheek whenever they met each other. Gradually the relationship continued to grow into something more. Then one day Leigh arrived with Mandy.

I have no idea how they met. They didn’t end up going out for long, maybe six months max. I honestly think the longer Leigh was in this relationship with Mandy, the more guilt ridden he had become about the way he treated Mel. Not that he did anything wrong. He and Mel were never officially partners but he did know she cared deeply for him, yet still allowed himself to begin a relationship with the budding young teenage model.

Who could blame him? Mel was so plain and conservative. I couldn’t imagine her having sex until the night they were married and Leigh wasn’t interested in a long-term relationship at that point of his life, he was only in his early 20’s himself! Yet he hadn’t been going out with Mandy for that long before she allowed him to pop her cherry. Looking back it now appears that Leigh’s attraction for Mandy was purely physical. Why else would he have ended it so quickly with Mandy breaking her heart in the process? She thought he loved her.

Once she had gotten over the initial shock of Leigh breaking up with her, Mandy’s grief turned to anger. She knew Leigh and Mel were good friends, though Leigh had promised her that is all they were. Mandy was certain Mel was the cause of their relationship breaking down. So she schemed. She schemed and plotted her revenge and only a few weeks after breaking up with Leigh had now put her plan into action while the emotion and heartache were both still raw.

Mandy had got to know Mel fairly well in the time that she had gone out with Leigh. After all she was always dropping in on them, calling him, meeting him for lunch. While she was going out with Leigh, Mandy was very quiet, hardly said a word to anyone, probably just really shy, I suppose.  Well that’s the impression I had of her anyway, certainly it seemed Leigh was the dominant partner in their relationship and usually what he said went. But in her dealings with Mel, Mandy’s personality traits changed. Especially once she discovered a little about the history between Mel and Leigh.

She had never seen the letter but she knew about it and she also knew how besotted with Leigh Mel had become. Mandy found it very erotic to have plain little Mel hanging around, almost like a cuckold in some respects, while she had the boy. Mandy treated Mel disgracefully in that time bossing her around almost like a slave, after all she had everything Mel had desperately craved in the past few months and in Mandy’s mind this gave her a superiority over Mel. Whenever Mel was around Mandy would be all over Leigh, kissing him, touching him, flirting and consistently demonstrating her status as opposed to Mel’s.

That’s why she didn’t care that Mel would always visit and be generally around, it was an amazing power trip for her to have the Boy as well as the Boy’s girl. So her initial reaction on breaking up with Leigh was just to go and beat the living daylights out of Mel but she decided on a far more sinister and humiliating course of action, a course of action that would bring her great pleasure, help her fulfil two of her favourite fantasies and from which Mel would mentally never recover. Two events specifically had seen her make this decision.

Mel hated feet. She thought they were the dirtiest, grimiest, ugliest part of a person’s body. The mere hint of foot odour would make her gag. Mandy clearly remembered the day she discovered Mel’s horror at being forced to sniff someone’s foot odour. Leigh had playfully shoved his dirty sock in her direction and Mel nearly had a fit. Leigh and Mandy both laughed at her horror, after all he was just mucking around. But Mel went on and on about how she hated feet, hated it if someone even touched her with their feet.

While she wasn’t a lesbian, Mandy couldn’t help but fantasise from that moment about forcing Mel to lick her feet, it would absolutely define their relationship and provide Mel with irrefutable evidence as to who was the dominant woman in their ‘arrangement’. Not only that but she had lost count of the number of times she had bought herself to orgasm dreaming of having sex with Leigh while Mel was tied up and forced to watch. Maybe if the split hadn’t been so sudden, perhaps Leigh might have been a willing partner and these fantasies could have been reality.

The other thing Mandy had recognised was that Mel was bordering on being homophobic. It wasn’t necessarily anything Mel had said but Mandy remembered watching television one night when there was a scene of two women kissing and fondling each other. Mel was absolutely horrified and said the thought of it made her sick as she turned away from the screen so she didn’t have to watch. Now as I say Mandy was no lesbian herself, all her fantasies did involve sex with men but once she and Leigh had broken up she couldn’t believe how turned on she would get fantasising about having Mel’s face trapped between her thighs while being forced to provide her pleasure. Now it was just a matter of putting the plan into action . . .

Suddenly there was a high pitch squeal. It was a desperate attempt from Mel to try and get herself free of this situation. Although her nose was buried in the crevice between Mandy’s big and second toe, Mel was still able to scream. They were in the driveway of the house where Leigh was staying hidden from the quiet suburban street by a car parked in the drive.  But with the driveway right next to the neighbour’s house, Mel thought that if she made enough noise perhaps somebody from in there might hear her and look to see what was happening before coming out to help her.

The hand which was tangled in her hair and forcing her face down onto Mel’s foot suddenly pulled her head back which immediately brought a searing pain to Mel’s scalp. Mel was mid way through her second scream for help when the wind was knocked out of her as the hand pulled her head down viciously backwards forcing her to fall heavily on her back. She was winded for a moment but relieved to have the hand out of hair when the sole of Mandy’s foot briefly came into her vision before being pressed forcibly down on her mouth effectively gagging her for the moment. Instinctively Mel’s hands flew up to the foot covering her mouth to try and get it off her. For the moment she was free and she was going to fight and struggle for her life.

The odds weren’t good though. As soon as she started to struggle to get Mandy’s foot off her so that she could get away she felt another foot pressing menacingly on her crotch. Despite the brief struggle Mandy remained composed.

“Mel,” she stated calmly, “I suggest if you plan to have kids in the future you stop trying to be such a hero. Trace is only one step away from smashing your stupid little cunt to pieces. You and Leigh would have to adopt, now wouldn’t that be a shame?”

Mel stopped struggling for a moment to take in her predicament. Mandy’s foot covered her mouth totally and she struggled to breathe as her nose was partially covered by the arch of Mandy’s sole. Any breath she could take was heavily laboured with the unpleasant scent of Mandy’s smelly foot, seemingly fresh out of her favourite pair of jogging shoes. Mandy was dressed familiarly, in fact anyone had hardly seen her in anything except a pair of army camouflage pants, which she was wearing again today and black tank top. Mel let her gaze wander slowly up Mandy’s leg past her hip and up into her eyes.

Mandy had a good figure, just a little puppy fat around the tummy, nothing a few sit-ups couldn’t fix over a period of a couple of weeks. But she was tall. Probably up near six foot much, much taller than Mel who would have only just been a few inches over 5 foot. However from Mel’s position flat on her back with Mandy’s quite large foot resting heavily on her mouth, she dead-set looked like a giant. Very intimidating. Then again I reckon if you are on your hand and knees, never mind your back, in front of anyone it would be very intimidating. I can’t think of any stronger acts of submission than falling to your hands and knees in front of someone, especially of the same sex. And then being forced to submit to them, there couldn’t be anything worse.

So Mel made one last attempt to get away. Unsuccessful attempt. As soon as she moved Tracy pressed heavily down on her crotch with her bare foot, heavily enough to warn Mel to stop squirming and to cause some pain, not quite heavily enough to cause any damage. Mandy lost her balance for a moment and Mel screamed briefly before Mandy’s big foot trapped her airway shut again, this time with a little more force. Once again Mel used her hands to try and free herself.

“You don’t seem to understand you dumb bitch,” Mandy retained her calmness, “I am one step away from breaking your jaw and Trace is one step away from seriously hurting you. Do you think I’ve come this far, hunted you down like a fucking dog and paid an accomplice to help me that I’m not going to hurt you if you give me half the chance? Use your fucking brains and cooperate Mel so then we don’t have to hurt you. I’m only really after one thing Mel. And that is to use you to give me back what you have taken away from me. I don’t care about Leigh, you can have the stupid arsehole. No what I care about is what Leigh provided. He was my first guy Mel, isn’t that cute? Your boyfriend popped my virginity and made me feel so good that I’m going to have to use you to replace him. You get my drift Mel? It makes me wet just thinking about you having your head trapped between my thighs . . .”

With that Mel nearly went into hysterics trying to get away. She pushed Mandy away easily but was then doubled over in pain so quickly as Tracy took aim and put an immediate stop to any hopes Mel might have had of an escape plan with a well aimed stomp of her bare heel directly onto Mel’s mound. Mel rolled into a ball and was forced to cough a couple of times as the pain started to centre itself around her lower abdomen. She was absolutely free now, neither girl bothered to hold her or try and pin her down, there was no need, Mel wasn’t going anywhere quickly. But they did have to get her out of the driveway and somewhere a little more private where the humiliation could continue.

Once again Tracy wrapped her fingers in Mel’s hair, this time forcing her to her feet. Mel was openly crying now. Blubbering almost, she started to drool as the horrible pain in her stomach refused to subside. Tracy didn’t care, after all she was just being paid to do a job and showed no mercy at all as she forced Mel into a headlock, all the time keeping a firm grip of hair and forced her to walk, or perhaps more accurately, stumble towards the back of the property. They followed closely behind Mandy who led them to a bungalow in the backyard and paused briefly while she located the hidden key and opened the door, before entering with Tracy roughly throwing Mel to the ground who landed with a thud on her side. Mandy closed the door and locked it.

“Welcome to your new home Mel. You like it, huh?” Mandy nudged Mel with her foot who continued to sob on the floor. “C’mon Mel, you must remember it in here. This is where Leigh brought me when we used to fuck each other. Can you imagine that Mel, just think for a moment. Think about the man you love, the guy you want to have kids with in here,” she paused for a moment and lifted Mel’s head by her hair. “Over there right on that bed with me. How’s that make you feel Mel? I bet you can feel it in the pit of your stomach. A little bit of anger. . . or is it envy? I’ve done things with him you could only imagine in your stupid little fantasies. If it weren’t for little old me, it might have been you with him in that bed fulfilling your fantasies. But instead you’re here now as my little fuck-toy.”

Suddenly Mel launched herself at Mandy who could only chuckle as she took one step to her left as Mel grazed the leg of her pants and landed heavily on the floor. Tracy was quick to jump on top of her as she landed and forced her onto her stomach. She roughly grabbed Mel’s hands and quickly tied them together behind her back.

Mel yelled and screamed with all her might, someone had to hear her, surely someone inside the house, one of the neighbours, anyone. Suddenly her voice was muffled again, this time by Tracy’s hand over her mouth. She sat heavily on Mel’s back and used her other hand to pinch Mel’s nose shut. Mel’s eyes widened as her ability to breathe was taken right away from her. She struggled like crazy, shaking her head from side to side and rolling about trying to get Tracy off who just rode her every bump and grind like she was on a bucking rodeo but Tracy’s grip on her face remained as firm as ever and it didn’t take long for Mel’s struggles to weaken. Eventually Tracy let go of her nose and mouth simultaneously so that Mel could take a sharp intake of breath.

“Mel, you’re just making this hard on yourself,” said Mandy who was totally in control of the situation. She got down on the floor and looked Mel in the face, “Now I’m going to have to gag you as well.”

She pinched Mel’s nasal passage closed again and held up a stained pair of cotton panties.

“These won’t smell too bad, I wore them for a few days last week so the smell has probably gone but they look nasty don’t they?”

Mandy pushed the padded part of the fabric out for Mel to see clearly. There was some type of discharge there that looked a little crusty, a pale yellow in colour.

“This is the part of the panties that has been resting against my vagina. I don’t know what that stuff is. Doesn’t look too pleasant though, ha? Anyway I prepared them especially for you, it made me so wet wearing these panties all last week rubbing up against my cunt and arsehole knowing that eventually they were going to end up in your mouth. I couldn’t stop thinking about you as I went to the toilet and pulled them up over me again just knowing where they were going to end up. And when I went jogging or got really sweaty down there I would get home and take them off, they had a bit of a tang to them then, and I would think of you. Then I would think again of you the next day as I put them back on again. After a few days they were too rank for even me to wear so I put them in a plastic bag ready for you. Are you ready for them?”

With that Mandy placed them into Mel’s open mouth making certain that the crusty part rested on her tongue. She shoved them into a point where they wouldn’t go any further and hung comically out of Mel’s mouth. Tracy, who was still sitting on Mel’s back then ripped off a piece of duct tape and effectively trapped them in Mel’s mouth. Mel’s only course of action left was to kick her legs violently into the floor to make as much noise as possible. Within seconds Tracy had restrained them as well and started to tie them together. Mel was now totally immobile. To finish the job completely Tracy folded Mel’s legs back towards her body and tied a piece of rope from Mel’s hands to ankles, effectively leaving her on the floor hog-tied.

Tracy then knelt down behind Mel, grabbed her hair again and tilted her head back so that she was forced to look up at Mandy who walked over and stood right in front of them. She lifted her foot and caressed Mel’s face lovingly with her big toe. She slowly traced her toe around Mel’s eyes carefully wiping away the tears, down around the duct tape that trapped her dirty panties in Mel’s mouth, up and down her cheek before paying particular attention to just below her nose where Mel had no choice but to breathe in the odour.

“You’re probably thinking right now of ways to get out of this situation,” Mandy started. “Well I can tell you that there aren’t any. Leigh hasn’t changed his password on his e-mail account so I know for a fact that he is in Sydney for the next few days. Not only that but the stupid bastard still hides the key in the same spot. So I thought what better place than here at your boyfriend’s house, the place where we spent so much time hanging out together, to teach you your proper place.” Mandy continued to run her toe over Mel’s face, “Now I don’t intend to hold you here for long, just long enough so that Tracy and I get what we want. Oh wait, how rude of me, I don’t think you and Trace have been introduced. Trace you come and stand over here while I introduce you.”

The pressure pulling Mel’s scalp back was suddenly gone. Mel could only rest her head on the floor in relief for a few moments before Mandy had a firm grip of hair and once again tilted her head backwards so that she was forced to look at the person in front of her.

“Mel this is Tracy.”

Tracy stepped forward and grabbed Mel’s nose between her big and second toes.

“Nice to meet you Mel,” she said as she shook Mel’s face backwards and forwards with this tight grip on her nose. Mandy laughed, while Mel panicked. She had no way of breathing through her mouth with this disgusting gag in place so anything that blocked her nose made it impossible to breathe. Just as quickly though, Tracy released her nose giving Mel a clear look at her for the first time.

The first thing Mel noticed was how skinny she was. How could someone so skinny be so tough? And how dirty she looked. Mel looked in horror at her feet, they were filthy like she hadn’t worn shoes for days. She was wearing a light sun dress, green in colour, though it looked as if she had been wearing it for days too. It hung loosely about half way down her thighs. Her dirty blondish hair hadn’t been washed for days either. If she looked after herself and ate properly, Mel thought that maybe she could be quite attractive.

“I met Trace down at Frankston Railway Station,” Mandy continued. “She was keen to earn some money to help pay for her drug habit. When we sat down and talked about what I was going to do, she couldn’t wait to be in on it. After all this is a lot more pleasant than having to give head jobs to middle aged men for a few extra bucks on the side.”

Mandy laughed, “If all goes well, maybe she could pimp you out to earn some extra money for her after I’ve finished with you.”

Tracy chimed in, “It’s like I always said Mandy, better to receive head jobs than give, especially if it’s from frigid little bitches like this one.”

“That’s fine Trace, just remember our deal. You don’t get to play with her until after I have finished, then she’s all yours.”

With that Mandy let go of Mel’s hair and stood up.

“Righto I’m going out for a long jog to work up even more of a sweat. Want to be at my best when I finally get to sit on your face. Look at me Mel. I want you to watch me as I get changed. Look at the body that fucked your boyfriend silly in this very room. Look at the body that owns you right now. That’s right Mel, I own you. I can touch any part of you I want, can do anything to you I want and there isn’t a thing you can do about it.”

Tracy grabbed Mel’s hair again and forced her to look up at Mandy unbuttoning her camouflage pants. Mandy took a few paces forward so that she was standing right in front of Mel.

“Hold her up Trace. So she is on her knees before me.”

There was no way Mel could balance on her knees herself with the way she had been tied, so Tracy dragged her to her knees so that her face was about equal with the zipper of Mandy’s pants. And held her. Mandy stared down at her as she slowly and seductively pulled down her zipper just inches in front of her face. At this point Mel tightly closed her eyes, only to be greeted with a hard slap.

“Look at me you fucking bitch,” Mandy growled, “If you dare shut your eyes before me again I will hurt you.”

As Mandy allowed her pants to fall to the ground, a cute but plain pair of pink cotton panties revealed itself. Mandy suddenly thrust her hips forward, smacking Mel right in the face with her vagina. She did it again. And again. Only lightly, I don’t think she did it with any intention of inflicting any pain. She did it again. Mel started to cry again.

“You know what I’m doing, don’t you Mel?” She did it again, then twice more. “I’m smacking your face with my cunt Mel. Look at these panties. Think about what’s inside them.” Mandy thrust her hips forward again bumping Mel’s face with her vagina. “How’s that make you feel? Good to be smacked in the face with the cunt that fucked your boyfriend?” And again. “Think about it Mel, you on your knees in front of the cunt that fucked your boyfriend.” She did it again. “And now this cunt owns you. Your whole World revolves around this cunt. Surely you can taste it now on those panties stuffed in your mouth. My cunt is in your mouth and no matter how long you live, you will always know that the taste of the cunt that fucked . . .” She did it again . . . “Your . . .” and again this time a little harder . . . “Boyfriend . . .” this time with enough force for Tracy to let go so that Mel would fall to the floor, “Will always be in your mouth, you disgusting little bitch.”

Mandy stepped out of her pants and stood over Mel one leg either side of her prone body, whose tears still flowed steadily.

“Look up at me Mel. Now as I was saying I’m going out for a jog. I’m gunna make myself so sweaty, I want you to feel as uncomfortable as possible while you give me the best orgasm I have ever had all over your stupid face. So when I get back you will lick the sweat from every single part of my body which means we will take out your gag. While I’m gone I want you to think about your place here and what you are going to do for me. Also think about the pain you endured when Trace kicked you in the cunt. If there is any screaming or shouting from you once we take off your gag we will beat you silly and still force you to do what we want. Nod for me if you understand.”

Mel desperately nodded her head. She frantically wanted to get this disgusting gag out of her mouth. The discharge had loosened and been swallowed long ago and now all that was left was a sopping wet piece of fabric robbing her of any saliva in her mouth. Her throat was hurting terribly and she desperately needed a drink. Not only that but if she was allowed to talk maybe she could talk some compassion into these girls. Especially Tracy. Surely she had no grudge against her, maybe she could offer her more money to let her go than what Mandy was able to pay her.

Mandy went back over to the bed and pulled on a tight pair of lycra shorts before sitting down to put on her shoes and socks.

“Can you bring her over here please Trace?”

Tracy did as she was asked, dragging Mel by her bonds over to Mandy’s feet. Mel was left laying on her stomach right in front of Mandy’s feet as she sat on the edge of the bed. Mandy grabbed a pair of what looked to be well worn socks, certainly the soles of the white athletic anklets were an off-white at best, rested one foot on the side of Mel’s face while she pulled her sock then shoe onto her other foot. She then changed feet and placed her foot which was now wearing the running shoe on the side of Mel’s head while she put her shoe and sock on the other foot. It was only a little thing but it ensured Mel knew her place. As Mandy stood up she left her foot resting on Mel’s face, then pressed down full weight as she callously trampled on her head as she made her way over to the door.

“Righto Trace, you know what to do. I should be back in half hour or so, probably would have worked up a fair sweat by then. See ya Mel,” she yelled as she left. The key in the lock could clearly be heard as Mandy locked them both in as she left.

She wouldn’t have been out the driveway before Tracy started loosening Mel’s bonds. She undid the rope tying Mel’s feet to her hands, which allowed Mel to straighten her legs for the first time in a while, then undid the rope tying her ankles together before untying her hands. Mel couldn’t believe it, was she being freed?

MANDY’S REVENGE, Chapter 2.

Mel’s knees ached terribly from being bent back over her body in the hog tie. Her shoulders also throbbed from having her wrists tied tightly behind her back. She stretched out on the floor for a moment before it even occurred to her that without her hands being tied she could take out the gag. In a swift motion Mel pulled the duct tape from her mouth before pulling the undies out of her mouth and tossing them to one side. This was a strange turn of events. Mel knew the door was locked and that she was still trapped in the bungalow. It was an unusual set-up in that the door could be snitched from the outside and whoever was inside would be locked in. She had asked Leigh to change it several times in the past. That said she could still easily clamber out a window if she could get past Tracy.

That was another matter. Tracy? Why on Earth had she just untied her like that? Was she offering the opportunity for her to get away? Was Mel going to have to struggle with her or was Tracy going to just let her get up and do as she pleased? Should Mel offer her money to be released? She was sure she could outbid Mandy if it got down to that. What did Mandy mean by telling Tracy that ‘she would know what to do?’

Eventually Mel slowly started to stand up, she wasn’t going to make any sudden movements for the window, there was no way Tracy would allow that. She looked around to see Tracy simply leaning against the sink watching her with a smirk on her face. Remembering that Mandy said she would be half an hour, Mel knew she still had plenty of time so she decided to try and make friends with Tracy, she needed an ally in this situation, not an enemy. Not someone who was going to be angry about her trying to escape.

Mel now stood unsteadily. The pain in her stomach from Tracy kicking her earlier was now gone. In fact other than the aching in her knees and shoulders Mel felt quite well. Except her throat was terribly dry having had Mel’s dirty panties being forced in there. She tried to speak but could only manage a croaking sound at first before working some moisture back in her throat. She decided to be as polite as possible to Tracy, almost as nothing had happened between them. She knew she couldn’t afford to cause any trouble.

“Excuse me Tracy, is it alright if I get a glass of water, my throat’s really dry.” Mel was as sincere and submissive as possible. She figured that as long as Tracy thought that she was still in charge there shouldn’t be a problem.

“Yeah sure,” replied Tracy. “You must feel terrible.”

What was this – was she starting a conversation? Mel continued to play along.

“Yeah, I feel pretty bad.”

“So you should,” said Tracy, “You know you brought this on yourself.”

Mel quickly downed one glass of water before re-filling another.

Tracy continued, “In my opinion you deserve everything you get.”

Mel downed the other glass of water, didn’t sound as if though Tracy was interested in being friends. She re-filled again.

“Look,” said Mel, “I don’t know what Mandy has told you about Leigh and I. I had nothing to do with him breaking up with her. When I asked him about it he told me nothing had changed between him and I, he still just wanted to be friends. I don’t know why he dumped Mandy. You know if Mandy is paying you to help her, I work full-time. You and I can just leave here now and I will give you double anything Mandy is paying you.”

“C’mon Mel, you heard her lock the door. We’re trapped in here until she gets back.”

Mel nodded towards the window. “The door isn’t the only way out.”

Tracy walked over to the window, seemingly to see if it was locked or nailed down. “You’re right she hasn’t locked the window. You’ll pay me double if I let you out?”

Mel’s heart skipped a beat, this was looking promising. “Yeah, we leave together. My car is just out the front, I will drive you direct to the bank, withdraw the cash, then we’re both free to go our separate ways. What do you reckon?”

Tracy didn’t even give it any thought, “Alright then, you’ve got a deal. You jump out first, I’ll follow.”

Mel couldn’t believe it. She probably couldn’t have the money Tracy wanted straight away but that was a bridge to cross once they got to it. She just had to get them both out of here before Mandy came back. Tracy didn’t need to know she might not have the money, she’d just drive them both straight to a police station. Yeah, that is what she would do, the cops could be waiting at the bungalow to arrest Mandy as soon as she got back. Mel put down her glass and bounded over to the window. It was one of those widows that didn’t open all the way so you had to put one leg out first, then bend you’re body under the window before bringing the other leg through.

“I’ll give you a hand once I’m out if you like,” said Mel enthusiastically as she slipped her leg through the window. Tracy readied herself and then at the exact point Mel was halfway out straddling the sill, she slammed the window straight down on Mel’s back not once but twice, causing Mel to howl from the pain. In a flash, Tracy had dragged Mel’s body back into the bungalow and shut the window.

In the few moments this had happened, Mel couldn’t believe how stupid she had been. Of course this was a double-cross, she should have insisted Tracy climb out the window first. You could almost see Mel thinking to herself, ‘one minute she is saying that I deserve everything I get, the next she is helping me to escape out the window. Yeah right’. Mel never had a chance to regain her footing as Tracy quickly jumped on her while she was on the floor and rained punches down all over her body.

Mel desperately rolled over onto her back, dislodging Tracy from her perch in the process. Mel certainly wasn’t a fighter, she could never remember being in a fight before and it told. Like a cat, Tracy was immediately back onto her feet while Mel was just a fraction slower in trying to get up. This was all the time Tracy needed as she lifted her bare foot straight into Mel’s stomach. The wind quickly escaped Mel’s lungs as she fell back to her knees. Tracy lined her up again and unleashed another kick into the side of Mel’s stomach. This time Mel fell to the ground. Tracy rested her knee into the small of Mel’s back and cruelly pulled her head back by the hair bending her body back in a way that it wasn’t built for. Mel tried to scream but the pain was too much, she could only whimper as Tracy lent forward and whispered in her ear.

“Time to get undressed bitch.”

Mel was wearing a pull-over with blouse underneath and as Tracy let go of her hair and stood up, she could feel her tugging at her top trying to get it over her head. Tracy was able to lift Mel’s arms above her head and pulled both the top and blouse off to the point where they bunched around her neck so that Mel couldn’t see and so that her arms remain trapped in the sleeves comically above her head. Mel started to roll around on the floor trying to free herself of her clothing and get out of this trap when pain exploded in her groin, she howled terribly, it was clear that Tracy had kicked her fair between the legs while she was trapped.

Mel then felt a weight on her stomach, clearly Tracy had straddled her and was now sitting astride her. Despite the pain, Mel could feel kind of a warm, moist type feeling on her skin where Tracy sat. Then it dawned on her, the filthy cow wasn’t wearing undies. She couldn’t tell before now as any time Tracy had straddled her, she was wearing clothes. But this was plain skin on skin. Mel was horrified as Tracy slowly slid a couple of inches up and down her torso, masturbating herself on Mel’s bare stomach. Mel squiggled violently to try and get away but she was trapped hopelessly.

“Keep struggling Mel, you naughty girl. You’re making me all wet, can you feel it on your stomach?”

There was no immediate answer so Tracy lifted herself up slightly before dropping the full weight of her body back onto Mel’s bare stomach. The sudden blow winded Mel and there was a small squelch as Tracy landed back in her own wet patch.

“Ooh, did you hear that Mel? You’re making me so wet. Struggling and squirming under my naked cunt. I don’t think I’ll wait for Mandy to get back, I really want to sit on your face now. Would you like that Mel? I know you’re trapped. Do you want me to free you so that I can sit my naked, wet, swollen pussy on your face? You better answer me Mel otherwise I’ll do this again.”

With that she lifted herself again, slightly higher this time before dropping her weight back onto Mel’s stomach. You couldn’t hear the squelch this time, not over the grunt from Mel who desperately struggled for breath. It was unbearably hot trapped inside her clothing and her shoulders were starting to hurt again from being trapped above her head. She felt Tracy lift again.

“No, no please don’t.” Mel pleaded. “Not again.”

Tracy dropped her weight down onto Mel’s stomach for a third time. Once again the wind went rushing out of Mel’s system.

“Well,” said Tracy, “Do you want me to free you so I can sit on your face? You can get some practice in before Mandy gets back.”

Mel continued to try and take breaths, as difficult as it was with this woman sitting on her.

“No. No.” There was panic in Mel’s voice, “I will stay trapped. I’ll do anything you want, please don’t sit on my face.” She felt Tracy’s weight lift from her stomach again, “Tracy, please stop, Tracy don’t do it again, it hurts.”

Even though she could no longer see her face, Tracy could tell Mel was crying uncontrollably.

“Alright Mel, settle down. I’ll stop doing it.” Tracy settled back down on Mel’s stomach, this time with a little more care. “You don’t mind me rubbing myself on you like this while I undress you do you Mel?” Tracy continued her little sliding motion on Mel’s stomach.

Then for some reason Mel got angry. It was so sudden. Up until now she had screamed for help, tried to get away, cried and pleaded for mercy but never really lost her temper. As she lay there trapped in her own clothing, unable to see and unbearably hot while this slut used her for her own pleasure, something clicked in Mel.

“Get off me you fucking bitch!” she screamed. It was very unusual for Mel to swear. “Just leave me alone, it’s not my fault Leigh dumped Mandy. Why can’t you just leave me alone?” She had started to shout but as her ranting continued, she broke down totally. “I’ve never done anything to anyone, I don’t deserve this. Why are you doing this to me?”

Mel had hardly stopped talking when she felt Tracy unclasp her bra and discard it. It suddenly dawned on her for the first time that this was going to happen, these girls were actually going to do what they said they would. Until now Mel had hoped they would stop but as Tracy started to cruelly pinch her nipples . . . Mel just gave up. She just lay there stunned, jumper over her head, arms trapped with some homeless girl not wearing panties sitting on her stomach masturbating herself and now pulling viciously at her bare nipples. Mel just lay there and sobbed her eyes out. She cried uncontrollably.

Tracy had felt her stop fighting.

“Hey.” She slapped Mel’s breast hard, “you’re not giving up this easily are you? When Mel gets back she is going to use you as her personal dildo.” Tracy slapped the other breast.

“C’mon Mel, you don’t want to be my little bitch either do you? It’s part of the deal, I get to use you once you’ve been broken, you’re not giving up are you? C’mon Mel.” Mel continued to lay there sobbing, she was incapable of even answering she was so upset. Tracy continued.

“Fine then, if that’s how you want it. Up you get.” Tracy stood up and pulled Mel to her feet by her jumper before pushing her over back against the wall. Mel just stood there, using the wall to support her weight, with her eyes still firmly closed, she could only imagine Tracy was standing right in front of her. She felt Tracy’s hands on her bare breast again, this time though the touch was more sensual.

“Poor baby,” said Tracy, “All upset because she can’t escape.” She continued to trace her fingers over Mel’s breasts before concentrating on her nipples. Mel continued to sob inside her jumper prison while Tracy worked slowly over her nipples. Eventually Mel’s body started to respond despite herself, her nipples hardened and she ached for Tracy’s touch. Tracy continued to work her hand over Mel’s breasts for a few moments before dropping one hand to the button of Mel’s jeans. She fumbled with it briefly before popping it undone, though the zipper still firmly held them up around her waist.

“Mel,” Tracy brought her mouth to Mel’s nipple and flicked it sensuously with her tongue, “I’m going to take you’re jumper off now.” She took her nipple in her mouth and traced it with her tongue, “When I take it off you, I don’t want any nonsense.” Tracy eased her mouth down onto Mel’s other nipple while resting her forearm heavily across Mel’s chest.

“Do I make myself clear?”

Again no response from Mel. Tracy grabbed one of her nipples roughly between thumb and forefinger, “I said do I make myself clear?”

A little voice squeaked something from inside the jumper. Leaving her arm pressing heavily against Mel’s chest, Tracy finally lifted the jumper off Mel’s head, then in one motion tossed it to the floor and pinned Mel’s wrists above her head against the wall with her free hand. Tracy wasn’t much taller than Mel and as they stood there, Mel’s top half now completely naked while Tracy used one hand to pin her wrists above her head to the wall and rested her other arm now menacingly across Mel’s throat, Tracy brought her knee up and pressed it heavily against Mel’s crotch.

Mel’s face was flushed and red, her hair very messy and wet around her forehead from the sweat which had formed while she was trapped in her jumper prison and her eyes swollen from having constantly cried while Tracy used her as she pleased. Tracy extended her tongue and slowly licked the side of Mel’s face.

“Now I know you’re sore down here already.”

Tracy pressed her knee into Mel’s crotch for effect as she said ‘here’. Mel stood there trapped hard against the wall, her eyes tightly closed as Tracy continued to fondle her breasts. Perhaps it was the best way Mel could deal with someone taking such liberties with her body against her own will, just don’t look. Afterall if you can’t see it happening, then maybe it’s not really happening. Tracy used one hand to keep Mel’s wrists pinned above her while she traced her free hand down across Mel stomach, through the area that was now slightly sticky where she had sat upon her not that long ago and down inside the hem of her jeans. Mel’s eyes flew open, Tracy was staring straight at her waiting for a reaction.

Tracy smiled, “You ever touch yourself down here Mel? I bet you do, dreaming of a deserted island, just you and Leigh.”

Tracy’s eyes danced as she taunted her, while Mel could only muster a panicked stare, almost begging her not to do it. She felt Tracy’s hand brush against her pubes.

“Are you ready for this bitch?” Tracy ran her tongue back along the side of Mel’s face, then pressed her mouth against Mel’s tightly shut mouth. “As soon as you open your mouth, I’m going to slip my tongue in and kiss you. And trust me, if you knew some of the places I have been forced to have my tongue, you don’t want it in your mouth.” Tracy laughed at her own joke. Mel flinched for a moment but Tracey continued to lean heavily on her, with one hand wrapped firmly around Mel’s wrists trapped just above her head and her knee resting ever so lightly against her crotch. She grabbed the hem of Mel’s panties and menacingly pulled them up toward her stomach with her free hand, forcing the panties into Mel’s arse crack.

“Don’t even think about it, Mel. If you try anything funny I will hurt you. Then Mandy will still use you when you get back, the only problem being you’ll be in so much pain you won’t be able to enjoy it.”

Mel closed her eyes again.

“Open your eyes Mel. I want to look at you while I’m kissing you.” Tracy leant her mouth in against Mel’s again. “Now where were we, oh yeah I remember.” Tracy let go of the waistband of Mel’s panties and let her hand wander down towards her vagina. She felt Mel jump as she lightly traced her finger against her labia but she still refused to open her mouth. Tracy held Mel’s stare and added another finger to her assault on Mel’s pussy, she was going to have to penetrate her slightly to get the reaction she wanted.

Mel’s mouth flew open in shock. Tracy slipped her tongue straight in, pulled her hand out of Mel’s panties, let go of her wrists and grabbed her head so that she could kiss her passionately. Mel could be heard groaning but Tracy’s lips sealed around hers served as a very effective gag. Tracy guided Mel away from the wall backwards towards the bed and fell on top of her as she continued to force her tongue into Mel’s mouth. Suddenly Mel started to renew her struggles.

She shook her head from side to side but Tracy’s grip held firm. Well it did hold firm for a while. With Tracy laying on top of Mel as they struggle on the bed, Mel suddenly lifted her knee violently and happened to catch Tracy unawares. Tracy was winded for a moment as Mel’s knee crashed into her groin. It certainly wasn’t a direct hit but forceful enough for Tracy to have to let go of Mel’s head and break the kiss. Mel, sensing some hope, lifted her knee violently skyward again but was this time unable to make contact. Instead Tracy had quickly climbed onto Mel’s chest and straddled her in a schoolgirl pin, she trapped her arms with her hands before resting her knees on top of Mel’s biceps, as she slid up and sat dominantly astride Mel’s naked bosom.

“You fucking bitch,” spat Tracy. “Didn’t I warn you I was going to hurt you?” She slapped her face hard with her open hand. Mel started crying again, Tracy slapped her again.

“Stop your crying, I hardly touched you. You’ve been very good so far, if it were me in your position I would have struggled like mad the whole time and fought like crazy to try and get away. But you’ve been very good and hardly struggled at all so I’m going to forgive you for trying to get away just then. You have to understand this is your last chance though. Now I’m going to sit here,” she slid up so she sat astride Mel’s throat menacingly, “Until Mandy gets back and you’re going to stare at my pussy lips at close range and imagine what it’s going to be like being forced to lick them once Mandy is through with you.” Tracy lifted her dress and let it settle over Mel’s head.

Initially Mel just stared straight ahead. She was laying on her back and could avert her eyes away from Tracy’s menacing vulva now just inches from her face by looking directly in front of her where all she was confronted with was the cheap fabric of Tracy’s light green sun dress resting peacefully over her head. Through the fabric of the dress it was still quite light given that it was a bright sunny day and the room was well lit. What Mel couldn’t escape though was the smell and the heat.

Firstly it is very hot having someone sitting their nude arse on your skin. Having someone highly aroused within inches of your face also creates a lot of heat, not to mention having their thighs tightly clamped around each side of your head to ensure you don’t move. Add to this potent mixture a light dress sitting over your face so the air has nowhere to go and having to breathe, which only creates more hot air. Even though the day wasn’t that warm itself, you could imagine how hot Mel was getting. Now imagine the same aroused pussy that hasn’t been washed for a few days. Get my drift? Not too many worse places I could imagine for Mel to have her head stuck while they waited for Mandy to get back.

As she lay there, willing herself not to look at Tracy’s ‘privates’, Mel was overcome with a morbid curiosity. She had never seen anyone’s vagina at such close range, not even her own when she thought about it. So she averted her eyes for a moment and looked down her nose at ‘it’. First thing she noticed was how neatly her pubes had been trimmed. Mel had never even thought of such a thing as trimming herself down ‘there’. From such close range, it really only was Tracy’s light patch of pubes Mel could see. But the longer she lay there, the more she needed to see ‘it’. She tried to lift her head slightly so her line of vision might be lowered a little.

Tracy immediately felt Mel’s chin lightly brush her now very sensitive vulva.

“Stop that Mel, it’s hard enough sitting on you like this without touching myself, never mind sliding up a few inches so that I can get myself off on your face. If you move again, I will slide up onto your face, is that clear? What were you doing under there anyway?”

“Sorry Tracy,” Mel lied, “it’s so hot under here, do you think you could get off me for a moment?”

Before Tracy could answer they were both interrupted by the sound of a key roughly entering the door. Mel’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of Mandy coming back. Despite everything that had happened, Mel still hoped that maybe she could escape but with Mandy now back and the odds back to two on one, that seemed impossible. She felt a horrible nervousness in the pit of her stomach, it seemed that in Mandy’s brief absence, Mel had become terrified of Her. She had no doubt Mandy would end up treating her in the exact same way she had threatened before she left. Yet she remained hopelessly trapped here underneath Tracy, totally at Mandy’s mercy. There was no limit as to what Mandy might do with her. Tears started to well up in her eyes again as she heard the door click and brush open as the queasy feeling in her stomach got worse and worse.

MANDY’S REVENGE, Chapter 3.

Given where she was now trapped, and that she couldn’t see through the dress of her tormentor as it sat peacefully over her face, all of Mel’s other senses were heightened. Once the door opened, she heard it shut again, then locked with a key before she heard footsteps coming directly toward where she was laying, She thought it funny that Mandy and Tracy never spoke, in fact Tracy never even moved when Mandy came in. Mel could now sense Mandy’s standing over her as she lay helplessly across the bed, then the sound of a plastic bag shuffling.

Mandy dangled the dog chain she had bought while she was out just above Mel’s bare stomach. She gradually let the end of it drop so that when the cold, thin chain touched Mel’s skin she flinched. She quietly traced it around Mel’s navel letting it slowly fall before dropping the whole chain onto Mel’s stomach. It was relatively long and jangled down with a gentle thud.

“I got you something while I was out,” said Mel. “Can you feel it?”

No answer.

“It’s a little dog chain, don’t worry I got you a collar too, thought I might need some leverage on your face while you do your business down there. I’ve hardly been able to stop thinking about your face and nose slowly rubbing against my pussy while I was jogging. Have you been thinking about me, Mel?”

Once again, no answer.

Mel’s jeans remained unbuttoned from Tracy’s advances earlier so Mandy roughly grabbed each hem, you know where the button is, and tore it apart forcing her zipper to fly open. Mel squeaked and flinched at this new rough treatment.

“If you don’t answer me Mel, I will rip these fucking jeans right off your legs.” She even sounded more intimidating now. “So Mel, have you been thinking about me while I was out working up a sweat for you?”

Mel thought for a moment before answering. She hadn’t really been thinking about Mandy while she was out, more thinking about ways to get away from Tracy and escape. She wondered what Mandy might want her to say.

Mel answered simply, “Yes.”

“What have you been thinking about Mel?”

Before Mel had a chance to answer, Mandy continued, “Have you been wondering what my juices taste like? What it might be like to lick the sweaty arsehole of the girl you hate most in the World? You know I let Leigh take me from behind so I must be nice and stretched back there, plenty of room for you to work your tongue right in. Perhaps while you’re eating from my disgusting arsehole you can think about the night I bent over and spread my cheeks for Leigh. What about my feet, Mel? Do you wonder what it will be like licking the sweat from the smelly soles of the girl who fucked your boyfriend?”

Mel had heard enough, “you’re disgusting, you filthy bitch,” she yelled. Then with more consideration, “You know it’s not too late to let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone about this.”

Mandy yanked at Mel’s jeans, roughly pulling them down her legs.

“You know Mel, I wondered about whether I wanted you naked or not. After all I’m not interested in seeing your pasty white skin and body. Then I wondered about what you would like least while I fucked with you. I thought that being nude might increase your humiliation and subservience to me so once I’ve got your jeans off, I’m going to pull your panties down and shove them in your mouth to keep you quiet. Until then if you so much as say a word while I’m taking your shoes off, Tracy will sit on your face to gag you. If you kick your legs, Tracy will still sit on your face and I will also have to hurt you. So I want you to be a nice puppy and lay there while I undress the rest of you.”

Mandy jerked Mel’s left shoe off and held it briefly to her nose. Then she lifted Mel’s foot and had a quick smell of her plain black sock. Turns out Mel’s feet didn’t stink at all.

“I was going to lay your own socks down across your face for you to breathe in while you’re stuck there under Tracy but your stupid feet don’t stink.”

Mandy quickly slipped her shoe off and peeled her own sock back from her sweaty sole.

“Here, I was going to save this for later but you may as well get used to the smell now.”

Tracy lifted the hem of her dress and Mandy’s flushed red face now filled Mel’s vision. She carefully laid her sock across Mel’s face so the heel, which was an off-white in colour compared to the rest of the sock, sat directly under Mel’s nose. Mel flinched at the smell as the moist sole rested on her upper lip and nose.  Tracy let her dress drop back across Mel’s face trapping the smell of not only the heat of her own arousal but now the rank smell of Mandy’s sock which she had clearly been wearing for days under her dress for Mel to suffer.

Mandy quickly had Mel’s other shoe and sock off and was able to easily yank her jeans down her legs while Mel lay passively trapped in Tracy’s schoolgirl pin hold. Mandy thought it funny that Mel should lie so still while she undressed her, after all it would be more fun if she struggled. So Mandy decided to change tact.

“Okay Trace,” she started, “I’ve had a change of plans. Can you get off her please. I think it will be more fun if we force her to pull down her panties herself and pop them in her own mouth for me.”

Tracy quickly dismounted from Mel’s chest, who was now left lying on the bed naked with the exception of her white cotton panties with small flowers printed on them. On her stomach lay the dog chain Mandy had recently placed there along with Mandy’s filthy sock draped on her face. Mel quickly took the sock from her face and angrily tossed it across the room while Mandy and Tracy stood side-by-side awaiting her reaction. Mel sat up and grabbed the chain from her stomach which she also angrily hurled across the room. Her eyes were puffy from having cried while she was trapped by Tracy. She looked up at Mandy with absolute hatred in her eyes and took in the sight before her.

Mandy was clearly very hot. Her run had done the trick, she stood there her cheeks flushed with colour and the fringe of hair wet with sweat. Mel looked down towards Mandy’s torso, her arms also gleaned with sweat and while it was hard to tell from the black singlet she was wearing, there may have been a sweat stain across her chest, just below her bosom. Mel dropped her gaze to Mandy’s lycra shorts. She gulped loudly as she briefly fixed her vision on Mandy’s vagina. Then down her legs which also gleamed with sweat, down to the comical site of her feet, one bare where she had taken off her sock to force Mel to smell, the other still dressed in running shoe and low white running sock.

Mel slipped off the bed straight down onto her knees at Mandy’s feet. Mandy took a step back, more than just a little surprised at this act of submission. She was even more surprised when Mel lowered her face to her bare foot and briefly kissed the top of her foot.

“Please Mandy,” she started, “I’m begging you. I’m on my knees, kissing your feet begging you to let me go. What more can I do for you? What you plan to do to me is rape, pure and simple. C’mon Mandy, you’re better than that, you’ve proven you’re way better than me, afterall there you are standing with my future in your hands while I can only squirm at your feet, dressed only in my underwear. I’m totally at your mercy, right where you want me, but now you’ve got me here can you please, please as a human being not do these inhuman things to me. I’ve done nothing to you, it’s not my fault Leigh left you, we both know that is how he is, he won’t make a commitment to either of us. Leigh and I are just friends, it’s all we ever can be. Yes, I’m jealous you got as far with him as you did as I do love him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him but you could do much better . . .”

Mandy was quickly tiring of Mel’s rambling. She knew she couldn’t let her go now, they had gone way too far. If Mel did go to the police she would have to go to jail, so if she did have to go to jail she was going to make sure she had her fun first. As Mel continued to ramble on, Mandy lifted her bare foot and shoved Mel from her knees on to the ground. Mel grunted as she fell flat on her back and Mandy forcibly stood on the side of her face, squashing Mel’s cheek into the ground.

“Mel, you are under my foot now because it is where you belong. You know it is where you belong, you said it yourself, I am better than you. Now I don’t give a fuck about Leigh, you and I are here because I’ve long wanted you to realise your position below me, which it appears you are beginning to understand. I don’t give a fuck about you either Mel, or what you want. You couldn’t imagine how great it feels, how powerful it feels to be totally dominating the girl who loves my ex-boyfriend. You and Leigh will finish up together at some stage, I can see the chemistry between you, but I will always know whenever I think of Leigh that I have fucked his life partner and I will always get a little tingle between my legs when I think of you helplessly crying into my pussy as I cum on your face, knowing that no matter what happens for the rest of your life, you will always know somewhere in the back of your mind that you have the taste of my pussy in your mouth. Doesn’t matter how much mouth freshener you use, how many times you wash, you will always carry my special mark on you.  I will always know that you were once my little puppy, a real bitch who I could treat however I wanted. And I don’t want you to ever forget me, Mel.”

Just over to Mel’s left Tracy had lifted her dress and buried a couple of fingers into her own pussy, She couldn’t help herself, she was really into this whole domination thing. Mel really now was totally helpless, ready to be dominated absolutely. In fact as she stood transfixed by the sight in front of her, Tracy was more than a little startled when Mandy told her to stop playing with herself and asked her to go and get the collar that Mel had thrown across the room.

Mel continued to lay on the floor with her head trapped firmly under Mandy’s foot as Mandy pressed down heavily onto her cheek. She was openly sobbing again as Mandy had so cruelly dismissed any chance of letting her go. Suddenly she felt the pressure ease on her face as Mandy lifted her bare foot off her cheek and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her back to her knees.

“Kneel down Mel, put your hands on the floor, I want to sit on your back.”

Mandy couldn’t wait any longer, she just had to get on with this. Mel actually did what she was told and Mandy straddled her back. As she kneeled below her, Mel could feel the heat coming from Mandy’s sex as she sat astride her. Without warning Mandy pulled Mel’s hair back into a tight ponytail and used it to force Mel’s head back. She whispered into her ear,

“Now you are going to be a good puppy while I put your collar on and then once I have done that you are going to pull your panties down for me and stick them in your own mouth.”

Mel continued to cry as Mandy spoke to her, the tone was menacing enough but she just couldn’t think of a way out of it.

“Please Mandy, stop this. Mandy please don’t,” she begged.

While she begged Mandy had placed the collar around her neck.

“Mandy, No. Please don’t do this to me Mandy.”

Mel felt the collar tightening around her neck, she was crying uncontrollably now as Mandy pulled it tight to find the correct hole to where it would clip into place, then suddenly it was on. Mel gulped loudly while Mandy quickly fixed the chain to the collar and yanked on it tightly forcing Mel’s head back as a symbol to announce to Mel that she was now wearing her collar and was nothing more than Mandy’s dog.

Mandy dismounted from Mel’s back and proudly held the chain at arms length.

“What do you think, Trace? Nice puppy?”

Mel bowed her head, she had never felt so humiliated in her whole life. She sobbed heavily. Mandy handed the chain to Tracy so that she now held Mel as she kneeled hands and knees on the floor motionless, sobbing. Mandy walked around behind Mel and traced her finger lightly around the waistband of her panties which were already partially lodged into her arse crack from when Tracy had tormented her earlier. Suddenly Mandy grabbed them at a point and pulled them up so that they were forced further up her arse and stretched painfully across her vulva. While she kept a firm grip of her panties and continued to pull them tightly up against her arsehole, Mandy once again straddled Mel’s back, leant forward, increasing the pressure on Mel’s panties, which were now stretched to breaking point, and whispered into her ear,

“You know your place here now, don’t you Mel?”

She yanked the panties as far as she could. Mel groaned as the elastic cut against her arsehole.

“Answer Me Mel!”

“Yes, yes,” Mel screamed, “I know my place here.”

“Well,” said Mandy, “Tell me where it is.”

“It is on my knees, below you, exactly where I am now, doing whatever you want me to.”

Mel’s breathing was a little laboured as the pain of the panties being pulled so tightly against her body started to take effect. Mandy let go of Mel’s panties which remained firmly wedged between her arse cheeks and stretched beyond recognition before pushing her off her hands and knees to the floor.

“Lay on your back Mel,” ordered Mandy.

Mel did as she was told and Mandy picked up her legs and stretched them back over her body.

“Tracy, I want you to kneel just above her face, not so you are sitting on her head but so all she can see is your wet pussy. Put the loop to her chain through your wrist and hold her legs bent back this way while you kneel there.”

Tracy did as she was asked while Mandy grabbed a couple of cushions to place either side of Mel’s head for Tracy to kneel on. Mel was left totally exposed now and vulnerable to any advances Mandy made towards her panty-covered sex. She lay flat on her back with Tracy kneeling above her head holding her legs apart in the air which were being pulled back towards her head so that most of Mel’s weight was on her mid to upper back. What this did was to allow Mandy easy access to Mel’s most private parts. Mel’s panties remained pulled tightly against her vulva and remained firmly wedged between her arse cheeks. Mandy went over and picked up her sock that Mel had thrown across the room and carefully placed it back on Mel’s face.

“Are you a virgin Mel?” asked Mandy.

There was no immediate answer. Mandy walked back around so she stood directly in front of Mel’s pussy. She got Tracy to lift her dress slightly so that she could look directly into Mel’s eyes. If Mel looked directly up from her position laying flat on her back, she was confronted with Tracy’s glistening pussy, if she lifted her head she could look up at Mandy who stood menacingly above her.

Mandy lifted her bare foot and placed it against Mel’s vulva gently enough to not cause any pain but firmly enough to make Mel jump.

“Look at me Mel. Now I don’t want you to look anywhere but directly into my eyes. Into the eyes of the person who holds your entire future in her hands, into the eyes of the person whose dirty, grimy foot you just begged for mercy to. Into my eyes, while this same foot takes your virginity from you.  That is if you are still a virgin, Mel. Answer me, please.”

Mel continued to hold Mandy’s stare, she had convinced herself this was going to happen and if it were going to happen she wanted to hold Mandy’s stare. She didn’t want to give Mandy any more pleasure in knowing how uncomfortable she was and how vulnerable she felt. If she continued to stare at Mandy, maybe it could zap some of the power Mandy thought she held over her now. Make Mandy realise that she was doing this to a real person, not just some toy for her to do with as she felt. If she could just keep staring at her, Mandy may even back down a little. Mel knew how intimidating just staring at somebody could be. And this was going to be her new weapon, especially now that she was physically helpless and unable to do anything to save herself. Mel continued to look deep into Mandy’s eyes refusing to answer.

Mandy sensually worked her big toe along the fabric of Mel’s panties. Mel flinched, it tickled but she held Mandy’s stare.

“I’m going to fuck you with my sweaty toes until you cum, Mel. You’ll wish you answered me later but for now I’m going to assume you are a virgin, I’m certain you’re the type of girl who would save herself for ‘that’ special person or special moment. You’ll always remember me as your first, Mel. And once you do cum, you are going to lick your slime off my foot, it’s the least you could do for all this trouble I’m going to.”

Mel continued to stare at Mandy who worked her foot under the hem of Mel’s panties before digging her big toe into Mel’s pussy. Mel took a deep breath, this wasn’t as painful as she was expecting. But Mandy continued to explore Mel’s most private parts with her toes. First one then two before suddenly Mel jumped and let out a little squeal. Mandy didn’t want this to take long, after all it was only her own pleasure she was interested in and having masturbated herself hundreds of times fantasising of this moment, she knew exactly what buttons to press with her toes to try and make Mel cum as quickly as possible.

It didn’t take long before Mel’s body started to respond to the at times insensitive touch of Mandy’s foot. Mel briefly broke her stare and shut here eyes to try and concentrate on not letting it happen but it was useless. Not much longer and Mel’s breathing became a little more laboured before she started to lift her hips from the ground to try and meet Mandy’s touch. She was staring at Mandy again, Mel had decided that if this was going to happen she would try and take charge by actually humping Mandy’s foot rather than the other way around. For the first time Mel started to focus on her own pleasure rather than the feelings of disgust and contempt she held for her two captors.

Mandy knew what Mel was up to but didn’t mind one bit. She knew the absolute shame that Mel would go through as soon as she reached her climax. It didn’t take long, Mel actually ejaculated some girl cum into her panties and all over Mel’s foot as she moaned at the pleasure she was able to give herself. Mandy stood with her toes still lodged into Mel’s now very wet pussy. Mel continued to stare up at Mandy who looked down at her smugly.

“That was nice of me, wasn’t it Mel? Now what do you say?”

Mel took a moment to regain her breath, “Can you take your foot out of me now, please?”

“No, I can’t. You might think you just got yourself off on my foot Mel but the longer I stay here the more you are going to realise who is actually in charge. You see Mel you just had your orgasm, which I only allowed because I wanted you to taste yourself when you put your filthy panties in your mouth. By having half my foot stuck up your filthy cunt might just remind you of your place here Mel. And what’s more I’m going to leave it wedged up here until Tracy cums on your face too.”

Tracy’s ears pricked up. She had never been so aroused without having touched herself as she was now.

“Let go of her legs, Trace,” continued Mandy. “I want you to lower yourself just above her face so your dress covers her head again then masturbate yourself with your fingers until you cum all over face. I’ll hold her legs up while I stand here with my foot in her cunt.”

“With pleasure Mandy. Fuck you’re going to be in for it now Mel, I’ve been ready for this moment for hours. You wouldn’t believe how hot I’ve got watching you be abused by Mandy. I’ve been on edge ever since I slid my bare arse up and down your belly.”  Tracy stood up and turned around so she was now kneeling directly above Mel’s face looking away from Mandy. “This won’t take long Mandy.”

Tracy leant back on her feet so her mound was thrust virtually into Mel’s face. She slid her hand under her dress and immediately found the mark with a couple of fingers. Any curiosity Mel once had about what a vagina might look like so close up evaporated immediately as Tracy’s cunt hovered menacingly just above her head. Tracy was right, it didn’t take long at all before her juices were leaking onto Mel’s face.

Once Tracy had a moment to regather her senses she stood up surprised at what a mess she had left on Mel’s face. Mel lay there virtually in shock, her face and hair now drenched in a combination of sweat and Tracy’s ejaculate, while Mandy continued to hold her legs in the air with her foot wedged in her pussy. Mandy’s smelly sock now lay near Mel’s ear on the ground having been dislodged from her face while she was being fucked by Mandy’s foot. Once Tracy had stood up, Mandy let go of Mel’s legs and removed her foot from her vagina. Mel just allowed her legs to drop to the floor as a dead weight before curling herself up into a ball and bursting into tears.

She had tried to be brave, she had tried to resist their advances. She couldn’t overpower two of them and now she was laying on the floor having been raped by Mandy and drenched in the sexual juices of some filthy homeless girl, all while she was collared and chained, still held by Mandy.

As she continued to sob, Mel looked up at Mandy, hatred now in her eyes.

“Why?” She could really only manage one word between sobs. “Why did you have to do that? I’ve done nothing to you.” Mel paused for a moment then screamed, “NOTHING!” before rolling over and continuing to sob.

“I don’t know how many times I am going to have to tell you Mel. I’m doing this to you because I can. You’re my little bitch toy who I get to do anything I want to remember? And you can cry all you want, I’m not letting you go until I’m finished with you. It’s just how I always fantasised, you crying like a baby looking up at me with tear filled eyes while I sit on your face, you being forced to pleasure me in anyway I want.

Now what I want is for you to clean up this mess you made on my foot. I gather you aren’t going to crawl over here and lick it off voluntarily so I am going to ask Tracy to hold your nose closed so that you are forced to open your mouth to breathe and I will stick my foot in as far as it goes. Makes no difference to me whether I’ve got my foot jammed up your cunt or in your throat. In fact given the love you must now have for my foot, given how it has become your first lover, surely you would like to lie down with it and give it a bit of a kiss and cuddle.”

Having now recovered from her orgasm, Tracy knelt down beside Mel and went to clamp her nose closed with her fingers.

“Wait!” Mel panicked. “Please don’t block my nose Tracy. I will crawl over to Mandy and do it her way.”

What choice did she have? If Tracy were to block her nose she would hardly be able to breathe with Mandy’s foot stuck in her mouth. At least this way she could have some control over her own destiny. Mandy went and sat down on the bed.

“Crawl over here Mel and lay at my feet. I want you on your back with your arms stretched above your head so that Tracy can stand on your hands while she holds your chain. First you are going to lick the length of my sole, then I will shove my foot down your throat, see if I can fit as much of my foot in your mouth as I could with your smelly cunt.”

Mel cringed at Mandy’s language but did as she was told. Soon she was running her tongue along the entire sole of Mandy’s foot while Tracy stood heavily on the palm of her hands. Mel wasn’t overly surprised at the salty taste of Mandy’s sweat and it wasn’t long before Mandy’s sole was glistening with Mel’s saliva. Mel was left primarily with a dry taste in her mouth, though willingly licking the sweaty sole of the girl who was putting her through this terror did take some getting used to. Mel could only console herself that she really had no other choice. It didn’t take long before Mandy tired of subjecting Mel to this horror. She lifted her foot from Mel’s face and inspected her sole.

“You’ve done a good job licking my foot Mel but we do have this matter of your filthy cum all over my toes. Now open your mouth like a good girl so I can use it the same way I used your cunt.”

Mel reluctantly opened her mouth, what other choice did she have? She shut her eyes tightly, she didn’t want to taste herself on Mandy’s foot. Even when she masturbated, Mel was careful to wash her hands immediately after and now she was going to be forced to taste her own nectar. Mandy tapped the side of her head with her other foot.

“Eyes open please Mel, I want you looking at me as I stuff my foot in your mouth. First my big toe.” Mandy slid her toe in and out of Mel’s mouth a few times. “Good girl, now open wide and take all my toes.”

Mandy wasn’t quite as gentle this time and it wasn’t long before Mel was bucking wildly and unsuccessfully on the floor as Tracy continued to stand on the palm of her hands, wickedly holding onto the dog lead as Mel desperately struggled for breath while she choked on Mandy’s foot now half way lodged in her mouth. It was now Mandy rubbing herself wildly as she stood above Mel abusing her.

“Choke on my foot Mel. The same foot that has just been up your cunt. Did you hear that Mel, up your filthy cunt. Check it out Trace, her mouth is as big as her cunt, I can fit all my toes in. Keep sucking on them Mel, can you taste yourself? Hows it feel being forced to suck on the toes of the girl you hate most in the World.”

MANDY’S REVENGE, Chapter 4.

Suddenly Mandy stopped. She didn’t want to cum now, she hadn’t masturbated for a few days so that the next time she orgasmed, she could be as moist as possible to increase Mel’s humiliation.

“Fuck this,” she announced, “I can’t wait any longer.”

Mel looked up at her, her mouth stretched wickedly around Mandy’s toes.

“I’m sick of all this shit, Mel. You and Tracy have both cum, yet here I am desperately waiting while you, my little cunt-sucker, lay there licking your own juices off my foot. Well it’s time I used you for what I intended.”

Mandy removed her foot from Mel’s mouth, slid off the bed and sat astride her chest in the same menacing way that Tracy had earlier. While Mandy wasn’t fat, she was certainly heavy and Mel couldn’t help but grunt at the extra weight on her bosom. She had got used to Tracy sitting on her earlier and was comfortable with her weight but Mandy was an entirely different proposition. Mel remained half naked on the floor with only her panties, which remained firmly wedged between her arse cheeks, to provide her with any modesty. Her arms remained extended above her head with Tracy comfortably standing with one foot on the palm of each hand, continuing to hold the dog leash.

Mandy then leant her weight backwards so that she could pull off her lycra running shorts and once again Mel was now confronted with Mandy’s pink cotton panties in her face. Mandy slid up off Mel’s breasts and now straddled her neck and throat so that Mel’s chin pressed into the fabric of her panties. She then lifted Mel’s head by her hair and crossed her legs underneath Mel’s head, which in turn tilted Mel’s head forward so that she could not see, smell or taste anything other than Mandy’s sex but was still able to breathe quite normally through her nose. Mandy remained like this for a few seconds enjoying looking down at her victim and more specifically the terror in Mel’s eyes as she realised how hopelessly trapped she now was. While horrified at having to touch Mandy’s privates with her mouth, Mel hadn’t fully understood the physical aspect of what was about to happen to her. She was in no doubt now, helplessly and uncomfortably trapped.

Mandy had given much thought in the past as to how she would sit on Mel, how she could best use Mel’s face and which technique Mel would be least comfortable with. She had looked up pictures on the internet of schoolgirl pin holds and even joined a couple of yahoo groups featuring women smothering other women. This is where she came across the idea to fold her legs under Mel’s head so now she could easily control the movement of Mel’s face with just a handful of hair. Mandy had planned this aspect of Mel’s rape quite meticulously and in her fantasies she had taken her time, teasing herself by forcing Mel to rub her nose along her mound, in her fantasy she also had Mel wearing a ball gag as an extra bump on Mel’s face so that she could slowly grind away on her face.

But in reality she was now too worked up for any of that. All she wanted to do now was to shove her cunt into Mel’s face and force her to lick it either by choice or by choking on it. To be honest she really needed a good hard fuck from Leigh at this point. Cunnilingus just wasn’t going to cut it. She closed her eyes for a moment, she had grabbed Mel’s hair and was slowly working her nose across her panty covered mound, she could hear and feel the hot breath from Mel’s mouth as she moaned loudly underneath her. Her panties had quickly become a mess of dark pink as Mel’s saliva and her own juices saturated the front of her panties. She thought how Mel’s little nose must be getting so horribly irritated as she continued to force it over her damp patch. She briefly looked between her thighs deep into the terrified eyes of her victim before closing her eyes again to let the constant feeling of pleasure wash over her. She had to try very hard to retain her composure. She wanted this moment to last forever.

Mel was struggling to breathe trapped as she was underneath Mandy. Her mouth had been completely sealed off by Mandy’s vagina which meant she had to breathe heavily through her nose to take in any air at all. That air was heavily laboured with the smell of Mandy’s arousal and it was difficult for her to keep enough air in her lungs as her nasal passage was consistently blocked as it was scraped time and time again across the front of Mel’s panties. Her scalp burned from being yanked by her hair in whichever way Mandy pleased.  Not only that but she was crying hysterically at this point, scared to death. She had tried to scream, she had tried to bite her but just couldn’t move under the weight of Mandy’s torso. This was a squillion times worse than what she had imagined and she couldn’t help but think that she should have tried harder to escape when she had the chance. She wondered if there was any skin left on the tip of her nose as it continually chafed across Mandy’s wet panties.

Tracy stood above this scene still with one foot on each of Mel’s hands, as her arms remained stretched above her head making it impossible to move. Mandy had now unclipped the dog chain from its collar as it was getting in her way as she continued to rub Mel’s nose across the front of her panties. Tracy just let it drop between her feet as she stood on Mel’s hands slowly masturbating just taking in the scene in front of her. She felt a tinge of guilt, imagining what Mel might be going through, but that didn’t stop her pleasuring herself for one second.

Other than Mel groaning loudly, it was reasonably quiet as Mandy had stopped trash talking for a moment just to enjoy the pleasure she was bringing herself. She opened her eyes again and looked back down between her thighs to Mel. She eased her grip on Mel’s hair and shifted back from Mel’s face for a moment. Mel took deep breaths as she filled her burning lungs with air while she had the chance. Mandy was a little surprised, she hadn’t intended suffocating her and shifted further back onto her chest so that Mel might get a few more breaths in.

Mel took her chance to start pleading again as she gulped in as much air as possible, “Please Mandy, can you stop. I can’t breathe. I’ll do anything you want, just let me breathe please.” Her voice was desperate but at the same time Mel knew she had been utterly defeated. And she was willing now to do anything to please her captors. Absolutely anything. Anything not to be put back into that position Mandy had just held her in.

Mandy had noticed the change in Mel’s demeanour too. This was absolute terror now. Like she was frightened she was going to die. Mandy could tell that Mel’s spirit was broken, she was at that point where she could ask or force Mel to do absolutely anything she wanted. The boundaries were gone along with Mel’s resistance to what was happening to her.

But Mandy couldn’t stop now, she had been saving herself, on the edge of climax for days waiting for this moment. Isn’t this the exact spot she wanted her? Submissive to her will, forced to do anything she wanted her to? She had to block out any compassion she might feel for Mel. After all this is purely about her own pleasure and revenge for missing out on these types of orgasms since Leigh had left her. It was Mel’s own fault she was being raped, she had clearly brought this on herself. Mandy looked back down at Mel between her thighs laying on the floor sobbing, breathing relatively normal again. She uncrossed her legs from underneath Mel’s head, so that Mel could once again rest her head on the ground, then brought her knees back alongside Mel’s head more in keeping with a normal schoolgirl pin hold.

Mandy initially just stared down at her victim taking in her predicament as she lay helplessly beneath her. Then she formed some extra saliva, leant forward and spat viciously in Mel’s face. Mel couldn’t control herself now as she lay there crying hysterically. She knew this one disgusting act from Mandy meant she wasn’t going to be freed, she hadn’t realised that Mandy hated her that much. She thought maybe Mandy was doing this because she could, almost like a bully would with a school kid, but all of a sudden it hit her, this was an act done out of pure hatred.

Mandy stood up from her dominant position straddling Mel’s chest.

“I didn’t mean to suffocate you Mel. But maybe you will learn now that this is serious. You will do as I say because you have no choice. I own you now, in fact my cunt owns you and once you have showed it the proper respect then I might let you go. As a sign of respect to my cunt, your owner, you will do what I say to keep it happy. Once my cunt is happy, I will be happy then I might turn you over to Tracy. Now I’m not going to force you for the time being, would you like that?”

Mel couldn’t believe what she was hearing, Mandy wanted her to be subservient to her vagina? She was now convinced that Mandy had gone completely mad but there was no way she wanted to be trapped back in that position underneath her again.

Desperation filled her voice again, “Yes, I’ll do anything you say, please don’t force me again.”

“Alright then. Let her go Trace, stand up Mel, I want you to take your panties off for me. It must be terribly uncomfortable having them stuck up your arse like that. And they are probably still wet from when you fucked my foot like a disgusting little whore.”

Mel stood up and went to slide her panties down.

“Wait,” started Mandy again. “Rub your cunt with them on for me. There’s a girl, I want to make sure they are nice and wet, then take them off and show me. I want you to put them in your mouth for a moment.”

Mel did as she was told and soon enough was sticking her own wet panties in her mouth.

“Lick them, make them nice and clean. Can you taste yourself? Now get down on your knees in front of me. Keep sucking on your panties.”

Mel kneeled back down in front of Mandy her eyes now about level with Mandy’s crotch. Mandy moved forward so her smelly, wet pink cotton panties were right in Mel’s face.

“Okay, now pull my panties down. Spit your panties out and grab mine at the front hem with your teeth and slowly pull them down so that your nose runs along my slit.”

Mandy’s pubes at first tickled Mel’s nose which had been practically rubbed raw against Mel’s panties earlier. Then there was the now familiar smell of Mandy’s vagina as Mel lowered her panties with her teeth all the way to the floor so that her head briefly rested on the ground while Mandy stepped out of them.

“Alright, put them in your mouth. I want the wet patch on your tongue. May as well get used to my taste. Now while you are down there you can unlace my other shoe and take it off, then lay down on your back at my feet.”

Mel did as she was told without hesitation. She hated the taste of Mel’s panties in her mouth, she hated being naked on her knees before her removing her jogging shoe. She hated herself for having to voluntarily lift Mandy’s foot from the ground so that she could peel off her sweaty sock. She even hated the simple process of laying flat on her back ready to accept whatever more abuse might be coming her way. Once Mel was laying on her back, Mandy straddled her one foot either side of her torso, and sat her naked arse heavily on Mel’s breast. Mel once again grunted at the weight as her boobs were deliberately flattened by her captor. While perched there, Mandy slid her top off and unclasped her bra so for the first time they were both totally naked.

“Now Mel, I want you to pay attention to the taste in your mouth. I know you can’t talk while you’re sucking the juice from my panties so I just want you to listen.”

Mandy picked up the sock which Mel had just removed from her foot and draped the heel across Mel’s nose before picking up her shoe and forcing the opening over Mel’s face so that it too totally enveloped Mel’s nose. Her smelly foot, hot not only from her earlier jog but also from the exertion of her arousal and dominance over Mel, had been in this shoe just moments earlier. It truly reeked.

“Right, now most of your senses have been taken by me. You can only smell the air directly through both my sock as well as my rank jogging shoe. You can only taste me through having my panties in your mouth. You can only feel me as I sit naked on your chest. Put your arms out again Mel, palms up, I want Tracy standing on your hands again so that all you can touch are her sweaty soles. Now while every one of your main senses are under my control, I want you to think a moment about what is happening to you. Think about who I am and why we’re here. That taste in your mouth. Well you know what that is don’t you? That’s the taste of the cunt that controls you right now, the cunt that fucked your boyfriend right here in this room. Think about my cunt, Mel. Treat it nice and it might be nice to you back. Think about how much you want to please it so that you can go home tonight. How much you want to taste it for real. If it was good enough for Leigh, it will be good enough for you, right? Now what about that smell, pretty rank, ha? Think about that smell, the smell of my feet. You know how superior that makes me feel, to know that the only air you can breathe is scented by my sweaty foot. You know that is where you belong though. Every part of you is underneath me now, every one of your senses is underneath me now and you will do anything to make any part of me happy. Feel my weight on your chest Mel, what does that tell you about us? Isn’t this just where you belong now? Can you feel Tracy standing on your hands, feel her dirty soles. But you are even beneath that Mel, a homeless girl who can’t afford shoes is resting her filthy feet on your hands because she is better than you. It is your job to keep her feet from touching the dirty ground. Can you feel yourself under the homeless girl’s feet? Could you be any lower than you are right now? Now that you know your place is beneath me and Trace, it is time for you to start behaving in a proper way. Nod if you agree and I will let you to your knees, so that you can start work on pleasing my cunt and keeping your superiors happy.”

Mel nodded vigorously. She knew her place now and realised she had been silly to fight it. Obviously Mandy was better than her, she is better looking, gets the boys she wants and does anything she feels like. Mel knew that if she wasn’t any of the things Mandy had just said, that she would be the one in charge. But this is her place now. She understands it clearly. And she knows why she is here. Suddenly she started to think that she should enjoy the fact that Mandy was willing to spend all this time with her. Surely she wasn’t worthy of all this attention they were giving her. No one had ever really spent any time with her in the past, nor time to show her her place in the World. No one had ever given her this type of attention. Mandy had gone to a lot of trouble to teach her this lesson and Mel started to understand. She knew her place now and was grateful for it.

Mel knelt in front of Mandy as requested. Mandy’s panties still hung comically from her mouth now just wet from the saliva of having been in Mel’s mouth for a while. Mel raised her hand in the air, like a child asking permission to speak. Mandy noticed and took the panties from her mouth and tossed them aside.

“Thank you Mandy,” started Mel. “Thank you for taking the time to teach me my place. I’ve come to understand why you are doing this to me, somebody had to show me who I am and you are the first to ever care enough to take the time to show me. I’m sorry if I seemed ungrateful at times, I didn’t realise why you were doing it to me and I was frightened. I know I deserve no better than anything you wouldn’t actually do yourself. If that means I have to be on my knees before you doing anything you or your pussy wants then I am happy to do it. No one has ever given me this opportunity before, thank you Mandy.”

Mandy had mixed feelings. She didn’t want a subservient slave. She wanted Mel struggling for air as she sat heavily on her face. She wanted this to be the most unpleasant experience of her life. Not be the moment that she realised she was some type of submissive lesbian foot slave. She had deliberately dominated every one of her senses so that she knew how hopeless her position was. She was supposed to be horrified that the person she hates most in the World, the same girl who the boy she loved chose over her, the same girl who fucked him in this very room was able to control her so totally. This certainly wasn’t how her fantasies ended. Not with Mel willingly doing whatever Mandy said. Mel was supposed to be hating this.

Mandy panicked for a moment, it just wouldn’t be the same if Mel were to service her consensually, she had to start making her hate what was happening to her again. She panicked and viciously slapped Mel across the face as she knelt before her willingly ready to start her submission to her.  It was nothing but a dirty cheap shot on an unsuspecting victim. Not ready for this sudden act of violence, Mel had let her senses down and crashed heavily to the floor at Tracy’s feet. Mandy unleashed a hard kick right into the flesh of Mel’s arse. Then another. Tracy, now the only one left in the room with any clothes on at all, rushed over to Mandy and held her away from Mel just as she was ready to kick Mel again.

“Fucking hell Mandy, what are you doing? You’ll kill her, pull yourself together. Fuck, what happened to the plan we had? Remember slowly, no unnecessary violence, you don’t want to physically hurt her, just fuck with her and fuck her. Remember all that? You had her exactly where you wanted her, all you had to do was fuck her. Cum on her face, make her taste your cunt. Make her lick you wherever you wanted. Remember?”

Mandy shrugged Tracy off.

“I didn’t want the fucking lezzo slut to like it, she was starting to like it. Weren’t you?!?”

Mandy mounted Mel again and sat on her chest, her now naked and still overly aroused sex staring angrily down at her face. Mandy scooted up and sat on Mel’s face.

Mandy screamed this time, “I said you were starting to like it, weren’t you. Well how do you like this, you fucking lez!”

Mandy had let her sexual frustration take over. Clearly having teased herself too long and now with total disregard for her victim she viciously rubbed herself all over Mel’s face. She was going to have her orgasm now, she had been saving herself, sexually frustrated for days as she fantasised about this moment and now this was it. Mel squirmed and squiggled underneath her, the whole time suffocating as Mandy found anything she could to grind herself against. Eventually Mandy gripped Mel by the hair and forced Mel’s nose into her vagina. And continuously bumped against it until she let out a loud scream. Ejaculate gushed everywhere.

Mandy collapsed backward onto Mel’s chest and stomach but her vagina still pressed heavily against Mel’s nose. Mel could still not breathe through her mouth and took deep breaths through her nose. She sobbed again as Mandy lay on top of her recovering. Eventually Tracy came over and rolled Mandy off Mel so that she could continue to breathe without the threat of suffocating underneath Mandy’s sex.

Tracy then sat back on the bed taking in the scene as they both lay naked on the floor before her recovering. She couldn’t help but feel for Mel, after all she had nothing against her. She knew she wasn’t just going to jump on her in the same way Mandy just had. In fact, she no longer cared about collecting her end of the bargain. Everything was going perfectly until Mandy lost her temper, Mel was supposed to be on her knees before Mandy. Mel was supposed to initiate the whole thing, it was their hair brained scheme to get out of this with maybe only an assault charge at best. Tracy was certain that Mel would go to the cops now. They had planned it so that she was less likely to go to the police if they could convince her it wasn’t rape if she initiated any contact. But what Mandy had done to her was not only assault but rape pure and simple.

Tracy had been in enough trouble through her life to know that if she didn’t do anything from this point and co-operated with the police that she might get off with a much lighter charge.

She watched as Mandy stood up and went over to her bag, pulled out an old pair of tracksuit pants and a top and put them both on. No undies, no bra – just the tracksuit and top. She grabbed her shoes and clothing from the floor, picked up the bag and walked barefoot over to the door, unlocked it and slammed it as she stormed out of the room. Tracy watched out the window as she walked down the driveway out into the street and left.

Tracy jumped off the bed and went over to console Mel who was now just laying on the floor naked and shaking. She put her arm around her,

“Why don’t you have a shower? It’s okay she’s gone now, she got what she wanted – have a shower, let the hot water run over you. I’m not going to do anything to you I promise. I don’t know why she did that, I tried to stop her – I’m,” Tracy stuttered, “I’m sorry Mel. Sorry you had to go through that, it wasn’t suppose to end like that.”

Mel looked up at her other captor with tear soaked eyes.

“I was trying to do what she wanted. I understood my place, I know she is better than me, I was going to do it for her. I was going to make her pussy happy, just like she wanted.”

“Yes, I know.”

Tracy held her arms out for the naked woman sitting beside her to embrace. Just hours ago she was threatening and undressing her and now here she was comforting her.

“I know, you were very good. You did everything she asked, then some. I don’t know why she went like that on you. You can’t help who you are or what you’ve become. Some of us are leaders and some are followers. It’s not your fault you are a follower, submissive to the leader’s needs. Don’t worry about her, your safe with me now. I’ll look after you, I’m your leader now. Mandy’s gone so why don’t you go and have that shower now and when you come back I’ll give you a nice reward for being so brave today.”

Mel stood up and headed for the shower. Once she heard the water gushing, Tracy leant back on the floor and buried two fingers deep into her vagina. She closed her eyes for a moment as she masturbated, she imagined Mel on her knees before her, hair still dripping fresh out of the shower, naked. The seed had been planted, maybe she was going to collect after all.

Mel let the hot water rush over her. She couldn’t escape the smell of Mandy’s vagina all over her, no matter how much soap she used. The smell of Mandy’s shoe, socks and taste of her feet all still lingered as the water gushed down. Now that she was gone Mel had time to think more clearly, she couldn’t believe that she had willingly sunk to her knees before Mandy and was going to do as she pleased. Her stomach turned at the thought of it. But by the same token Mel knew that is where she was meant to be. It just felt so right at the time. Suddenly, with a rush of guilt, Mel understood. She was there because after everything that had happened she actually wanted to be there. She wanted to be subservient to Mandy’s vagina. If she gave up all control to Mandy at that point it would mean that she would be safe. Mandy and her vagina would be in total control, any guilt that Mel may have felt about being with another woman would have dissipated and there would be no further responsibility if she were Mandy’s slave. She would only have to do as she was told, whether she liked it or not, and everything would have been all right.

Mel found herself touching her pussy. Slowly rubbing at herself as the water cascaded down her body imagining herself as a lesbian sex slave. As Mandy’s lesbian sex slave. But Mandy didn’t want her, she made that quite clear, yet Mel knew she could be a good girl for her. She couldn’t stop thinking of Mandy’s superiority over her and every time she did, she realised that her proper place wasn’t as a normal heterosexual female, she couldn’t compete with the Mandy’s of this World. Her place was actually down on her knees servicing the girls that the boys who she liked actually wanted to go out with. Girls like Mandy, girls like Tracy, in fact straight girls, she was a lesbian slut and it was her job to keep girls like Mel and Tracy happy. Girls who knew they were better than her. She would no longer have to worry about boys, how to approach them, whether they liked her or not, how to react when they initiated sex, what to do while having sex, finding someone who she could love and who would love her. No, her greatest troubles in life were now behind her, she just had to do as she was told to keep the straight girls happy.

Tracy heard Mel turn off the shower, she didn’t want to force her to service her and was a little nervous about how this might turn out. But Mel had been programmed, Mandy had started the job and all but finished it, all Tracy had to do was gather her prize.

Mel’s clothes remained scattered on the floor of the room where Tracy sat, so she knew that Mel would have to either come out of the shower room naked or ask Tracy to bring them in to her. Tracy decided she had to remain proactive, keep Mel on the back foot. She picked up the collar Mandy had bought and walked over to the bathroom, she didn’t knock just walked straight in on Mel who was just finishing drying herself. Mel was still deep in thought and stepped back startled, she held the towel over herself to protect her modesty.

“C’mon Mel,” Tracy started, “Don’t be modest, you don’t need to cover yourself up for me. Now betcha feel better you’ve had that shower, yeah?” Mel nodded. “I’m really sorry about what Mandy did to you, you know I’m here to protect you now, right?” Mel nodded again. “I’m not going to hurt you Mel, you’re free to go whenever you want, understand?” Mel nodded and mumbled ‘okay’. “Did you think about what has happened, you know a lot of what Mandy said is true. You know about you being beneath us, that type of thing.” Mel’s gaze dropped to the floor, she knew it, her stomach was in knots.

“You know you only have to do anything you want to,” Tracy continued. “I promise I am not going to do anything to hurt you but do you really think it’s right that you and I should both be standing up? Wouldn’t you prefer to be on your knees before me, looking up to me? Isn’t that where Mandy taught you that you belong? She was wrong to treat you the way she did but she was right about a lot of the other stuff, wasn’t she?” Mel looked at Tracy, tears welling in her eyes. She looked back to the floor. “Don’t worry Mel, the world is made up of all different types. I know this is scary for you, a few hours ago you wouldn’t have even considered licking the sweat from someone’s foot, smelling their worn socks, kneeling before their cunts. Ready to service girls who are clearly better than you, girls like me who would never dream of doing such disgusting and demeaning things. It’s like I said before followers and leaders. Submissives and Dominants. In the end, it felt right being on your knees before her, didn’t it?” Mel didn’t respond, she just remained there standing naked head bowed. Tracy forcefully made Mel stare at her by gently pushing her chin up with her thumb, their gaze met.

“You can go home if you like and live with this for the rest of your life. You’re welcome to leave right now. But you’ll regret it. At the moment I am talking to you as an equal, but you know that’s not what you are. Mandy showed you who you are. In the end you liked it didn’t you? You even liked it when she slapped and raped you didn’t you? Your type are all the same, like it a little bit rough eventually. Rough and dirty hey Mel? Bet you’re a bit aroused again now knowing I can beat you up again if I wanted to. Sure you wouldn’t like it while it’s happening but then later you’ll think back about it and bury your fingers up your cunt wanting someone to beat you again. Make you lick their feet. Use your face as their dildo. Undress and rip your clothes off.”

Tracy paused for a moment not only to let her words sink into Mel’s mind but to catch her own breath. She still held Mel’s head up by the chin, staring at her, looking deep into her soul, she hoped she wasn’t pushing the envelope too far.

“You didn’t think you’d like it, did you? That’s why you fought so hard but eventually Mandy got through to you. When did you know? When did you realise that you enjoy having these things done to you? It wasn’t when she raped you with her foot, I could see the anguish in your eyes. The resilience to try and make it seem like you were still in charge. I guess it’s not much of a way to lose your virginity is it? It was after then. I know when it was Mel, can you remember? Remember me standing on your hands while Mandy made you lick her foot? You weren’t that keen on licking her foot were you Mel? But you were comfortable doing it. And you know why? ‘Cause I was standing on your hands Mel. For the first time ever you felt comfortable being underneath, laying on the floor using your hands to stop my soles from touching the carpet. You had accidentally discovered your place in the world. You might not like licking dirt or in this case your own cum from someone’s sweaty foot but you felt comfortable being underneath my feet because, while you didn’t realise it at the time, you had discovered your purpose.

You don’t feel right looking at me like this now do you Mel? You know why, don’t you? We’re not equals Mel, you’re place is beneath my feet, serving me, doing whatever it is that pleases me. I like that you are nude and I’m wearing clothes, I think that is a fair indication of our places in life, isn’t it? You might be the one with the job and the money and the roof over your head but I am the dominant one here, the one who can look after you and put you in your rightful place. The place where you want to be, on the ground at my feet because it is not our social standing that is important, is it Mel? No. It’s that you know your place. And while this morning was just going to be another crappy day in the boring life of Mel, Mandy has shown you a whole new beginning. An exciting time where you just do as you are told and are rewarded with your own pride in knowing that you made your Mistress happy.

Now Mel remember you are free to go right now if you wish. But first I want you to give me your towel. Swap it for this collar Mandy bought for you. I want you to clip the collar on around your neck so you have a constant reminder of the lessons Mandy taught you here today. I’d like you to wear it as gratitude to her for showing you who you really are. For changing your life, changing it for the better.”

Tracy slowly reached out for the towel, she couldn’t imagine the turmoil Mel must be going through. It must be hell to think you are a nice heterosexual girl, dreaming of a husband and family in the morning, only to discover you are a submissive slut unable to control your own will to the point where you are willing to clip a dog collar on your neck out of thanks to the girl who you hated most in the World, the girl who stole your boyfriend, the girl who bashed, humiliated and raped you. But sure enough Mel handed Tracy the towel and took the dog collar like any natural submissive would and with a look of fear and sadness in her eyes clipped it in place around her neck. Mel then looked at Tracy who glanced at the floor as if to say, ‘isn’t that where you belong?’

Mel slipped down to her hands and knees. She couldn’t speak, she didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t believe this had happened. She knew it was right. This was her place now. Tracy didn’t need to go on and on about it. Mel was just waiting for her instruction.

“Good girl Mel. I’m very proud of you. While you have proven you have no spine, none of your type do, why on Earth anyone would let this happen to them I don’t know but you are very courageous. Now you know your place is beneath me, I want you on your hand and knees and I am going to ride you into the next room. Once we get there, you let me off on the bed and lay flat on your back, you are going to use that tongue of yours to clean my rotten feet. I know you don’t want to, the thought right now repulses you and it will be horrible while you are doing it but you will do it because it pleases me.”

As Tracy straddled Mel’s back, she continued “Then once you have done that, you are going to kneel up so your head is level with the bed and I am going to wrap my legs around your shoulders and my thighs around your ears and you are going to learn how to please me gently while I lay back instructing you on the best way to keep me happy. Then once you’ve done a good job I will let you have your own relief. I know you desperately need to cum, you slut types always do, especially when you’ve been abused as you have been today.”

Mel felt the familiar warmth of Tracy’s vagina as she straddled her back and sat on her naked skin. It was true, she wasn’t going to enjoy licking the dirt and street grime from Tracy’s blackened soles, but she couldn’t wait to get her first taste of her new mistress. Now that Tracy had finished her lecture and Mel was back down on her knees playing submissive, she felt comfortable about what she was doing. And she was comfortable with who was doing it to her. Tracy made her do a couple of laps around the room while she rode her before sitting on the bed. Mel laid down on her back as instructed and for the first time since her capture was genuinely grateful when Tracy rested one foot on her forehead and placed the other on her mouth so she could start licking the filth from her sole. It was true what Tracy had said, Mel did feel more comfortable under the feet of her new Mistress. While licking Tracy’s soles tasted like eating dirt from the ground, Mel took great care and pride in what she was doing. These feet were her responsibility now and once she had cleaned them she vowed to never let them get like this again. At least Tracy’s feet didn’t have that sweaty salty taste about them like Mandy’s though Mel was certain that Tracy would let them get that way sooner or later.

Tracy let Mel have a drink of water once she had finished her feet, though she was quick to warn that this wouldn’t usually be the case, but she didn’t expect her feet would ever get so dirty again. Mel assured her they wouldn’t as she knelt back down in front of the bed. Tracy had been thinking about this next part of her domination over Mel, it was important Mel felt as comfortable as possible this first time, though in future she knew she couldn’t care less about Mel’s comfort just so long as the stupid cunt did a good job. But for now she had to try and remain gentle, this had to be a good memory for Mel so that she would look forward to it again in the future, after all although Mel didn’t understand this yet, it should always be a privilege for a slave to be allowed to service her Mistress. Something the slave aspires to and is not afraid of.

“Okay Mel, are you ready for this?” asked Tracy. “You know this is right for you. Remember it is a privilege for you to be where you are between my legs, lots of your type of girls would love to be where you are right now, but you are my special girl who I have chosen to use for my pleasure. Remember it is only my pleasure you are interested in, I don’t particularly care if you are uncomfortable. As you’ll remember from earlier when I was sitting on you, I haven’t washed down there today so the smell of my cunt will be quite strong and I imagine unpleasant, but none of that is my concern. I’m not the little lesbian slut with her head between my thighs wanting to do this.”

Mel had never been so nervous as she knelt down between the legs of her captor, her Mistress. While she knew this was right for her and this was her rightful place, she couldn’t help but wonder if she would actually enjoy the degradation of orally servicing another female. She just wished she didn’t have to be on her knees, perhaps if she was allowed on the bed to kiss and cuddle like normal lovers might, it wouldn’t seem so dirty. But Tracy had left no doubt, she didn’t love Mel, she was just her little toy to play with. Tracy didn’t want any form of intimacy with her new lover. She wanted her slave on her knees servicing her cunt.

Tracy’s legs weighed heavily on Mel’s shoulders as she interlocked her ankles behind Mel’s back, almost like a headscissors but without the venom. Tracy gently grabbed a handful of Mel’s hair, not for the first time on this day, and guided her face to her snatch.

“Do a good job Mel, and you will be rewarded, I expect that you’ll be a natural at this, most of your type who get off on being used like this usually are!”

Tracy laughed at her own joke as Mel gently licked along her slit. Tracy was right, the smell of arousal was strong, and Mel found herself a little surprised at this first taste. A few more moments and Mel probed a little deeper with her tongue. Given Tracy’s arousal at the earlier happenings and the fact the she had only just recently orgasmed at Mandy’s insistence while Mel lay trapped beneath her, Mel was very quickly able to taste her Mistress’ arousal as well as her dried ejaculate from this earlier orgasm. The taste wasn’t altogether pleasant, but Mel quickly used to it as she continued to explore her Mistress with her tongue.

Mel had in the back of her mind her favourite tricks she would use on herself when masturbating and while she didn’t get to use her fingers, she was still able to probe the right areas awkwardly with her tongue. With no immediate feedback from Tracy, Mel started to worry she was doing something wrong, and made up her mind that she would immediately concentrate on nibbling at Tracy’s clit, rather than continuing this elongated form of foreplay. As soon as she first touched it with her tongue, she felt Tracy legs suddenly tighten around her ears which forced Mel’s head even farther forward, almost like she was trying to insert Mel’s head into her vagina. Mel immediately found it difficult to breathe and tried to pull back a little, but the grip holding her hair was firm. Mel’s nose was now pressed up firmly against Tracy’s light covering of pubes and her mouth mashed against Tracy’s vagina.

While the immediate smell of arousal had surprised Mel when Tracy forced herself onto her earlier, it was nothing compared to the smell now assaulting her directly from Tracy’s pubes. Obviously sweat had formed here over the past few days and more specifically hours and the smell was the most unpleasant Mel had endured, including being forced to sniff’s Mandy’s old panties and sweaty jogging socks. She tried to refocus her attention to Tracy’s clit, there was no doubt now, she wanted to get this done quickly so then perhaps she might be able to shower with her new Mistress. Try and make Tracy’s body the temple Mel wished it would be.

Mel closed her eyes and once again started feeling around with her tongue. She knew what she was looking for but while Tracy was holding her so tightly, all Mel could do was to lick along the length of her sex, gain her bearings and suck tightly on Tracy’s clit.

Any thought Tracy had of being gentle dissipated as Mel now flicked mercilessly at her nub. Tracy had never felt anything like it and the pleasure was overcoming her. A few moments later she squirted, straight into Mel’s mouth. Mel must not have been expecting it as Tracy could hear her gasp immediately and felt her quickly swallow as she returned from the point of orgasm. Tracy now lay back on the bed, holding Mel’s face only with her legs in this loose leg scissors while she recovered. Mel used the moment to reflect further on her position. She knew she wasn’t going anywhere until Tracy released her and wondered if she should perhaps continue to gently lick along the length of her now very moist slit.

She thought that might be what Tracy wanted so she did. Immediately Tracy unlocked her ankles and pushed Mel back away from her so that she crashed heavily to the floor. Mel immediately sobbed, why would Tracy be so rough, all she wanted to do was climb on the bed with her Mistress so that they might embrace. Tracy lay there for a few moments longer till she heard Mel gently sobbing on the floor. She pushed herself to the side of the bed, and gently nudged Mel’s ribs with her toe.

“Hey Babe, what’s wrong? You did a wonderful job, why the tears?”

Mel looked up at Tracy. “I thought we just shared something wonderful, I can’t explain how great that made me feel, doing that for you. I think I’m in love, I’ve never felt like this before. I forgot for a moment that you just might feel the same, that I might be able to climb onto the bed with you and take you in my arms, we could fall asleep together and dream of the moment we just shared.”

Tracy moved over on the bed and lay down again. She patted the bed beside her, “okay up you get.”

“I’m very proud of you, that must have been very hard and for your reward I will let you share this bed with me. It’s been a big day for you and I can understand how you aren’t yet used to being used as the slut you clearly are. I’m sorry to have pushed you back to the floor, you’ll come to learn that is where you belong, but for now, while you’re learning you can lay down with me.”

Mel’s heart rose with pride as she picked herself from the floor and lay down beside her Mistress. They faced each other, Mel hadn’t realised just how fatigued she had been until she lay her weary body down on the bed, it felt so good to stretch out and lay down, her mind now at rest perhaps for the first time since she was assaulted in the driveway earlier that morning. So many tears, emotions, physical pain and torment had all taken their toll on her young body. And now she was ready to sleep.

Tracy reached over and stroked the side of Mel’s head, pushing her hair back from her face like someone might if they were patting their dog. They now both lie naked, Mel wearing the collar she had affixed herself, staring deeply into each other’s eyes.

“Tell me Mel, do you live alone?”

Mel shook her head, “No, Mum and I live together.”

“Does she care if you have friend’s come to stay over? Special friends, special ones like Me who have no other place to go?”

Mel’s heart skipped a beat. Her Mother would kill her if she thought she had a girlfriend, never mind assumed she was gay. She hadn’t considered what might happen at the end of the day, that Tracy would infiltrate her personal life, rather than just her sexual life. For the first time, the enormity of everything that happened hit her. Tracy continued,

“You’re not focusing on the needs of yourself rather than Me are you Mel? You’re Mother doesn’t need to know about us at first. Tell her I’m a friend, just had a fight with someone, needs somewhere to stay. Don’t worry, I’ll look after your dirty little secret for a while. But you know what I’ll find really fascinating?”

Mel shook her head, confused.

Tracy continued, “Exploring the likelihood that your Mum might be a submissive slut like you. After all you would have heard the saying, like Mother, like Daughter? Well we’ll find out shall we? It shouldn’t be too long before I’m in My rightful position as Head of your House in total charge physically and sexually of both You and your Mum. I might even be able to play you against each other, you already feel a little jealous, don’t you Mel? Don’t want to share me with your Mum do you? Don’t forget what you want no longer matters. You want whatever it is I want and you have a responsibility to help me get it. And I couldn’t care less which filthy slut has her head between my thighs cos it’s where you both belong, isn’t it Mel? And you know what else Mel? Once both you and your Mum are crawling naked around on your hands and knees in your own home doing whatever the fuck it is I want you to do, Mandy’s coming to move in with us. You know she needs somewhere to live since your wrecked any chance of her living here with Leigh. And there’s no telling what she might make you and your Mum do after today. Is there?”

Mel knew her Mother. No way was she as weak as Mel herself had proven to be today. She knew none of this could possibly come true. Tracy couldn’t make her Mum her slave. She couldn’t invite Mandy to stay but as she thought these impossible thoughts, she couldn’t help slipping her hand between her own thighs. And she gently dozed off dreaming of the possibilities.

Her new life was just beginning.

THE END.

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